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6 yrs ago
Current Seeya next week, Guild. Signing off.
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6 yrs ago
Merry Christmas
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6 yrs ago
Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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6 yrs ago
It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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6 yrs ago
For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Whattr' you stairin' at.

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Will observe from afar, for now.
In Staff changes 7 yrs ago Forum: News
o7 Kangaroo. Another legacy goes.

May the new legacy be able to fit what I consider to be large shoes...
"Alright, alright. That's quite enough I think..." The mage grumbled and made an obscure hand gesture towards his left. A portal emerged from virtually nowhere a few feet away as a blue swirling mass that became pitch black in the center with a swirling blue edge. "Head on in if you are ready. If not, the door's behind you. You have a demon to handle. Or a life to live in your own little worlds. It is all up to you..." He leaned back, letting those standing in the room make their choice, and being no longer receptive to questions and commentary.

Those who did not pass the portal would presumably leave to live their own lives elsewhere. Those who did pass would find themselves at the top of a rocky hill that overlooked a dusty, partially dead valley that was crossed between raw dirt and sand. A desert, but not quite, with many cracks running through the ground. Most were small and harmless, but some were quite wide, extending to unknown depths. More importantly, a town was near the edge of the valley, surrounded by rocky hills and a mountainside. There was a small wall made of both stone and wood, an old, crumbling construction that would barely be enough to keep a set of determined burglars out. The town itself showed little life in the distance, though lights could be seen in some of the taller structures. The portal was one way and would not show up behind the group upon entry. The only indication that it even existed would be the appearance of another group member, at least a foot away from the last person to 'spawn'.
Not my cup of tea at the moment, but kudos for finding that little gem of a series.
Welcome :)
Feel free to write the fellow into the background if you can verify the player isn't interested, and I can write the player out of the scene entirely when I muster the creativity to push here.
Might as well poke on then, with the note that it'll plainly be a slow burn gig. If nobody else is inclined to post any further in the current scene, I'll see about moving on SoonTM.
I can't pin this down very well as I've had characters theoretically in possession of many, many weapons.

Assuming a physical human character from whatever time period and not including battle armor, control of a nation or some such, about a dozen pieces of unique weaponry.
Welcome :)
Welcome :)
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